Watch Out for the Big, Bad Wolf
GN!MC au × Jude Jazza (sfw drabble)
— First person POV -> Third person POV
— Light spoilers for Jude's ability and brief introspective depictions of the character. No major/descriptive spoilers.
— Yes, I love coming up with different Cursed!MC OC's... no I shan't be stopped anytime soon. ...and yes, I poorly edited that thumbnail pic. Uhh you're welcome?
The Cursed were a select few who were doomed to fates worthy of such a title. Once their Curse activates, they're set to suffer whichever storybook villain's fitting ending was thrust upon them, and obtained some sort of ability to match. In Jude's case, it's the Thirteen Fairy, often known as Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. He's doomed to "die resenting this world"—whatever that entails, we're still not sure—and can put someone to sleep for a few hours if he touches their head.
None of this was a world I'd known anything about, blissfully unaware of life's many mysteries and circumstances. That is, until I'd gotten stuck with one too. I'd just been dragged back to Crown's palace after supposedly having witnessed one of their vigilante missions—I genuinely had not seen anything—and have been fighting to break free and run for it.
All of a sudden, a red dog collar the size of my neck is conjured out of thin air. Wolf ears and tail sprout from my body, my canines grow sharper, and my eyes turn yellow; though the rest of me remains the same. Panicked, I try to tug or undo the collar, but it's kept on by a magic so ancient, there's still no known cure for the Cursed fate's but to suffer until the bitter end.
After putting our heads together, our best guess is that I've gotten stuck with the Wolf from Red Riding Hood. But no one else in Crown has had any physical changes due to their abilities but me, and one member's Curse is even the sly Fox, across all fairytales. Just my luck, I guess...
Sat on the floor, I dejectedly inspect my new features in a floor-length mirror at the palace. I look a right mess now, bloody hell... I still look like myself, yet don't. I still feel like myself, yet don't. It's infuriating to have your identity stripped overnight, with no knowing as to whether these features will ever go away or not.
When Jude walks down the hall, he notices a certain someone looking an awful lot like a kicked puppy, and mentally curses himself for even getting involved. But something in him just couldn't walk past it, and he'd much rather not find out why.
"Hah, lookin' like a good pup waitin' fer yer master to come home there." When he receives no response but a deadpan look, he eggs on, "What's wrong? Cat got yer tongue? All bark, no bite?" Still no response, save for droopy ears. "Tch.. Wag that lil' tail of yers an' stop mopin', it's enough to make anyone feel depressed."
He'd never admit to feeling worried aloud, but there's something about that hollow look in the newbie's eyes that hits him right in the gut. Maybe because it reminds him of the time his own Curse activated. Maybe because he knew shit luck and even shitter circumstances better than anyone.
But maybe, just maybe, after witnessing their grit and spirit when they'd been dragged in, seeing them in this state of denial and anxiety tugged right on that last heartstring covered in cobwebs and dust. Or perhaps it was his last nerve, and that sorry mug has him itching like a bad rash—he'd never tell anyway.
There are those who have fates of the Cursed, and those who are cursed by fate itself. While sounding similar, they are far from it. Two individuals who are Cursed themselves were about to find out just how much more cursed they could become. It was the oldest spell in any book, fiction or non-fiction. Tale as old as time, cliché as any rhyme; no roses or white doves, just the curse known as love.
